So, I bought a bike today. I haven't really owned one since I was 14. That one was stolen, and I decided my feet would be acceptable transportation. I walked everywhere, till I was 18 and got my licence (late bloomer, I guess). Now I drive everywhere, sometimes I'll drive nowhere, just to drive. I find that strange, seeing as how I really don't enjoy driving, especially in town. Except when there is food involved, I'll go anywhere for a burger or 2. That being said, back to my new bicycle...
It would seem that the slender stick man who used to fit in my clothes has recently taken in a room mate, just above his waist. Depending on when you start counting from, it would seem that I have gained 20 or 25 pounds. No small feat, I know. But I'm not proud, in fact I feel a little sad. Now I have heard that that it doesn't look like I've put on any weight, but I know that you're just saying that because who wants to see a fat man cry?
So I bought a bike. I'm going to ride that weight off.
Consider this a preemptive strike on my soon to be molasesesque metabolism thanks to my renouncing of the cigarette and all the artificial joy that it brings. Perhaps I will share that nugget another time, perhaps I won't . I can assure you things will be smashed, tears will be cried, and apparently suicidal thoughts will be thunk. A splendid time is guaranteed for all. Except me, and those within striking distance.
On second thought, can you lose weight just from riding a bike? If not, I suppose I'll have to add another B to my workout regiment...
Bulimia
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